In human closeness there is a secret edge, <br />Nor love nor passion can pass it above, <br />Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage, <br />And hearts be burst asunder with the love. <br /> <br />And friendship, too, is powerless plot, <br />And so years of bliss with noble tends, <br />When your heart is free and known not, <br />The slow languor of the earthy sense. <br /> <br />And they who strive to reach this edge are mad, <br />But they who reached are shocked with anguish hard - <br />Now you know why beneath your hand <br />You do not feel the beating of my heart.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-human-closeness-there-is-a-secret-edge/
